Life is like a plane taking off down a runway. As you get older, there's more runway behind you than in front of you. It's inescapable. You see it when celebrities you admire, who are your own age, die. Like Garry Shandling. When you see a picture of David Letterman and he looks realllly old, but happy -- and when you're writing about it you pause because you can't remember his last name. There's not much time left. That's so true. What's also true is the great song that The Supremes sang. You can't hurry love. Etc. Somehow between the two forces, life happens. And then you take off for the skies.
PS: Shandling on Letterman.